The conversation fell, followed by a burst of hearty laughter.
Zhao Renjie slightly turned his head, paused for a few seconds, and the rhythmic tapping on the silver tray resumed.
Soon, the flower ended up in Leng Lingxiao's hand, his eyes twinkling with a playful glimmer, it was just a story, a piece of cake for him.
He said amusingly, "When I was a kid, I loved to play tricks the most! Once, wearing a white mask, I wanted to scare our class teacher. But at the office door, I bumped into my dad, and because of that incident... he was called over."
"You're practically handing over evidence against yourself!"
Shen Yiming couldn't help but laugh so hard he almost ran out of breath, not expecting that the often cunning Leng Lingxiao had such a pitiful story from his childhood.
But Bai Long saw a different implication in it.
Was he hinting at me and Brother Shen, that we overestimated ourselves, walking into a trap... waiting for you to scheme against us?
